The blood drips down my arm and falls onto the counter
of the bathroom i grew up in.
It makes a puddle on the grey marble.
The red splashes and geta further distence than i thought it would.
The pain hits me.
I start to cry.
This is the deepest cut i have ever made.
I like that fact.
It makes me feel like something special.
my thoughts turn to my
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